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Ed Conway & The Unlawful Men - Alt Prog Folk: The FaceBook and The SoundCloud
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I remember being mad on "Matchbox" Cars and Subbuteo. I'm struggling here, but I do recall some quirky ones I had like "Stretch Armstrong", a mad game called "Rebound" and some insane plastic Boxing figures game where you pressed a button and they punched each other.
Into the 80's, does anyone recall the Vectrex System? My mate had one, you can guess whose house everyone was round at :-D
Remember, it's easier to criticise than create!
1984 for me, so I had shitloads of batman and ghostbusters toys, and then Thunderbirds when it was big in the 90's. Still got all that in my parents' loft.
(Also, my phone just corrected shitloads to "girl aids". Tee hee
Speaking of which, the old original Gameboy will always be close to my heart. Just Tetris and Super Mario Land alone covered half my childhood car journeys!
just because you do, doesn't mean you should.
1958.
I remember Betta Builder, which were small white bricks, kind of an cheaper version of Lego (which I never had). It was to my mind better than Lego, because the small bricks meant I could build more intricate things. I played with that a lot. I also used to make shedloads of aeroplane models, Airfix etc, and hang them off the ceiling. I had a basic train set from Triang, and a basic Scalextric.
One of my favourites was the Mamod steam traction engine, though. I used to use the third bedroom which was a bare box room with bare floorboards as a play room (only because my parents didn't have the money to do it up), and regularly set fire to the floorboards during initial firing-up sessions. The meths used to fire the burner was easy to spill, but usually burnt off without mishap, but on occasion I had to stamp on it. When my dad realised the kind of danger I was putting the entire household in, he banished the steam engine to outside the house. Fucking killjoy.
My old man used to be a carpenter, and, thinking I might be a chip off the old block (no pun intended), bought me a lovely junior carpenter's set. He had a pair of solid-oak table legs in the bedroom he was saving for some project or other, and became quite annoyed after discovering I'd sawn one in half with the saw in the set he'd bought me. That got banished to the garage in short order.
But whilst toys were an important part of my childhood, me and my mates used to spend most of our time outdoors playing and getting into mischief, instead of staying in.